One, Two, Three. Four...souls are daily perishing
now around thousands, and it's still counting.
Can't imagine the pains it brought to much homes,
causing the country a greater abyss,
still they demand no appease.
Countless buildings and homes have gone ablaze,
yet they are not giving up the race.
many happy families can now only be remembered in the diaries,
pretty faces we can only recollect in photo albums.
Still their Armour keep glowing like flowers.
Copious effort to plead and dialogue
have gone down the drain,
and our humble supplications are all but laid to vain.
So loudly i can hear the cry of an innocent soul,
but from the beginning it were not so.
Beyond imagination, this is bitterly unfair,
how i wish we all wake up from this terrible nightmare.